Elizabeth took Sawyer’s hand and planted it firmly on her leg.
“You don’t have to keep your hands off me. You’re a mess, and I’m a mess, and neither of us want to talk about that, though God knows we both should. But it doesn’t matter what state we are both in mentally, I’m still going to need you soon. It’s unavoidable, and I still don’t fully understand how other people manage to keep control of themselves and prevent it getting bad. But seeing as it’s too late for me to learn to repress things this time, I would far rather it was fun than perfunctory; wouldn’t you?”
“What exactly is your definition of ‘fun’ right now?”
“I trust that you know my limits. Why don’t you see just how close to them you can get me?”
“Are you serious?”
“I hope you’re not going to go all shy on me when I ha
